To describe midday in Qishan as a fifty-degree oven would be no exaggeration. The scorching sunlight beat down mercilessly, tanning exposed skin to a deep bronze, and the air felt like a roaring furnace, leaving first-time visitors gasping for breath.
Despite the blazing afternoon sun roasting the small town, pedestrians bustled through the streets without end. Some went completely without protection against the sun, as if they had long since merged with this climate.
Others wrapped themselves up like zongzi, leaving only their eyes visible.
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